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mrsarnasdelicious · 2 months

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Two Plus Two

This is for my GF @femjaskierinreallife

We're sitting in a cozy pub in Edinborough. Vacation with you so far seems like paradise. I could not be happier.

The waitress brings us the nacho's we ordered and you are people watching. I smile at the waitress and lean against you. "What you looking at?" I cooe. "That guy at the bar looks like Gerard Butler." You whisper. I try to be subtle about looking over at the guy at the bar, clad in a shirt of some band or the other and a fucking kilt.

He's looking our way, though and his eyes meet mine. I quickly look away, but do not miss him nudging the man beside him. "Omg, he is pointing us out." You squeak in my ear. "Oh and his friend is hot." I look again. And Gods, you are right. His friend is fucking glorious. "One for thee and one for me." I whisper.

My gaze meet the hot friend's and he grins lopsidedly. I flush darkly. You giggle in my ear. "Should we?" You ask. "I mean .. if they game." I whisper. I can't help but giggle wildly along with you. My heart is racing about a million miles per hour.

My hand finds your thigh and I give you a squeeze.

"I can lure them in." You whisper. "You make it sound like they are animals." I titter. "Well, maybe they will be." You lean in, pecking my neck. I notice that while you do this, you keep eye contact with the man that looks so awfully much like Gerry Butler. I can't help a little moan.

The man's friend looks at us, too.

"We got their attention." You murmur, nipping my ear. A genuine moan passes from my lips. Both men look at me now. My fluster darkens again. They come over and take two chairs from the neighbouring table. The Gerry Butler lookalike sits his wrong side front. His friend, taller, more imposing, keeps a bit off to the side.

"Are the lovely ladies vacationing here, or new in town." The Scotsman asks. His voice sounds suspiciously much like Gerard Butler indeed. I can feel you grin against my neck. "We are on holiday." I affirm. "My friend is too." The Scot gestures to his friend.

Is two plus two four, here?

"I am Tessa and this is my girlfriend Tonya." I cooe. "Nice to meet you, lasses. I am Gerard and this is my friend Pablo." The Scotsman smirks.

So two plus two is four.

You begin to giggle again and I feel my ears heat up. "So nice to meet you, gentlemen." I try to sound demure. I probably miss the mark, but both Gerard and Pablo grin at me. You cuddle in as close as you can get, inching Gerard up. He meets you eye and his tongue flicks out to wet his bottom lip.

"Can I get yous something to drink." He rumbles. "Oh yes please." You affirm. "That would be nice." I agree. "What would you like?" Pablo looks me in the eye as he asks it. "He liiiikes you." You singsong ever so softly in my ear. "I'd like a cider please and my girlfriend takes a tequilla." I reply. Pablo nods and gets up, sauntering to the bar. I can't help but gaze at his ass. He has a great ass.

"He likes you."Gerard echoes your words.

I decide carefully on my next words. I don't want to give the gentlemen the impression we aren't open to them. You have made it evident we are more than friends, after all. And so have I..

"I am very flattered, I like him too." I say gently. "That is always nice to hear." Pablo comes back to our small table, placing down your tequilla and my cider. His eyes linger on both of us. The he gives Gerard a lil smack on the shoulder and goes back to bar to retrieve two glasses of whiskey.

"Where you lasses from?" Gerard asks. "I'm Dutch and Tonya is from America." I reply. "Met online, been smitten with her for years." You supply. "So, long distance?" Gerard furrows his brows. Pablo places one glass of whiskey in front of Gerard and sits down again. "For now, yes." I answer, barely able to tear my eyes away from Pablo. He smiles brightly at me.

"So, who moves where?" Pablo asks. "Tonya will move to The Netherlands." I purr. "Oh, big plan?" Gerard grins. "Nothing solid yet, but I'm definitely gona marry her." You reply. "Lucky girl." Gerard winks at you. "Who, me, or her?" You tease. Gerard laughs heartily. "Both." Pablo supplies.

You down your tequila and I sip my cider. The men both sip their whiskey and we exchange pleasantries. We talk about basic things and gentle nothings. We are all avoiding the genuine subject we want to talk about.

It is Gerard who broaches it first. "So, your hotel nearby?" He asks. "Wana come?" You cooe. "Getting straight to the point, I like it." Gerard smirks. "Straight, us... oh please." You titter. I can help a manic giggle. "We should finish our drinks first." I say. "I already did." You giggle as well. I snortle and roll my eyes. I know what tequilla does to you.

I sip my cider and you snuggle into me with a loud giggle. You're obviously becoming horny, rather swiftly. I am not complaining. I feel both men watch us with rapt attention. Your lips venture along my neck and I grit my teeth in order not to moan too eagerly. You giggle louder and nip at my skin. I gasp in pleasure. I can feel you smirk. I put my hand on your thigh, sliding upwards. You squirm against me. It would seem we are putting up a show. We are letting these men know what we are made of. What is in store for them.

Gerard leans forward on the backrest of his seat. He smirks widely. "Go on, kiss her." He encourages you. "I could also kiss you." You tease him. Gerard grins widely at you. "No no, ladies first." He murmurs. "Save us for in the hotelroom, yeah." He sips his whiskey. "Fine be my." I cooe. Pablo nods his ascend as well.

I cup your cheek and draw you in for a kiss. You grin against my lips. I taste tequilla on your tongue and squeeze your thigh.

Pablo and Gerard finish their whiskey and I have to gulp down my cider, because I don't want to dilly-dally too long. Gerard rises to pay the tab, which we are of course not protesting.

And not much later we are on our way to our hotelroom.

We're taking up the entire cobbled road, but there is no traffic. I'm holding your hand, but converse with Pablo. You talk with Gerard. I'm trying to keep an ear on your convo, but I just can't. I am so absorbed by Pablo. Everything about him hits just right. And he smiles so warmly down on me. He puts his hand on the small of my back, his body heat seeping into my shirt.

It is only a little while till we arrive at our hotel. I pull my keycard from the case of my phone and use it to open the automatic front door. Both gentlemen crowd us into the elevator and you hit the button for our floor.

The elevator is small and we are all pressed together quite close. You can feel Gerard has an erection, even through the denim of his denim shorts. His breath fans over your face. We are still holding hands. I'm leaning my forehead against Pablo's chest, inhaling his scent. He wraps my long ginger braid around his hand. My breath hitches a little. Pablo chuckles and gives a slow gentle tug. I can't help a moan. You and Pablo swear simultaneously.

The elevator dings and Gerard and Pablo exit, walking backwards. We eagerly follow. We shove playfully past them and lead them to our hotel room.

I unlock the door, forfeiting your hand and gesturing you through first. Gerard follows immediately after, giving you a firm slap on the arse. Pablo walks past me, giving me a lustful look. I smirk up at him.

You are already on the bed when I close the door and toe out of my shoes. Pablo kicks off his shoes as well. Gerard stands by the edge of the bed, as though he is waiting for his cue. "Take off your shoes." I make it a very clear order. You shudder in anticipation. Gerard looks over his shoulder and furrows his brow at me. "Oh she is sooo in charge." You titter. "Oh is she now." Gerard toes out of his shoes and joins you on the bed.

"You're the smallest one here." Pablo puts his hands on my shoulders, standing behind me. His warm and scent surround me. I heave a happy little sigh. "Yes I know, I am short, and bossy." I cooe. "But you are so good." You add lustily. "Why thank you baby." I purr.

Pablo squeezes my shoulders and I lean back into him.

"What are you waiting for?" I ask Gerard. He raises his brow at me. "Do what you want." I make it another order. Gerard chuckles huskily. "I think we got our work cut out for us." he tells Pablo. "I can handle some work." Pablo replies. Gerard climbs into bed with you. You open your arms for him. "Eager, are you?" He growls, his accent deepening a little. "Oh you havee no idea." I cooe.

"Can he please kiss me now." You pout. "I don't know, can he?" I smirk. "Please, Mommah, please." You whine. "Mommah?" Both men chorus. "I hear an echoe." I chuckle. "Go on, kiss her." I firmly order Gerard. "Just don't make me call you mommah, too." Gerard chuckles, before climbing on top of you. "I wouldn't dare." I lean back against Pablo.

You put your arms around Gerard's neck and tease the hair in his nape. Gerard groans and leans his forehead against yours. You whine softly and arch into him. "Needy little kitten." I remark. "Very needy." Gerard agrees. He closes the distance then, finally putting you out of your misery. You whimper against his lips. You feel his strength, surrounded with his warmth and his scent. Gerard is very eager, licking at the seam of your lips. You open up for him, meeting his tongue eagerly with your own. He tastes like whiskey and churros. You moan softly.

"You want to watch?" Pablo asks me.

I turn slowly to him. "I'd rather get some myself." I purr, cupping his cheek. Pablo chuckles huskily and cups my cheek. "Then get some." He rumbles. I stand on my very tippy toes. Pablo closes his eyes. I close the last distance, pressing my lips against his. He heaves a soft sigh and presses down against me. I moan sweetly into his mouth.

He begins backing me up to the bed. I let him.

I lay down beside you. Pablo is on me again, at once. I run one hand into his dark hair and search out yours with my other. You squeeze my hand. I moan excitement coarsing through my veins with the fact we are going to experience this together.

Gerard presses himself down on you. You buck your pelvis up at him. He groans and begins to grind. You make a soft whining sound and his tongue caresses yours. His hand slowly starts at your clothes, tugging and fiddling. You are not working with him, not yet. That would ruin all the tension and half the fun. And you don't want to get ahead of me by too much. You know I do warm up quick, but reach the finish line much slower.

Pablo nudges my legs open with his knee and nests between my thighs. I moan lewdly, the noise making you yet wetter. Pablo groans back at me, grinding down. "Let's get em undressed." Gerard growls. You giggle. "Yeah, we are all easy access and they are too hard to get to." You agree. "I was actually refering to you and your girl." Gerard tells you huskily. "Well, Tessa first, then." You cooe.

You're in naught but a tight dress and panties, where as I am wearing booty shorts, boxers, calvins and a tank. I am most certainly wearing more.

"I am not in a hurry." I murmur, kissing along Pablo's jaw. "But you defo need longer to heat up." You pout. I reach out and pull you into a slow, lewd kiss. "This is not a race. Enjoy this man, enjoy me." I purr. "Yes mommy." You cooe. "Good kitten." I purr. We kiss once more and I hear both men suck in their breath.

You feel Gerard's hand slowly creep up your thigh. You giggle and close your thighs on his hand. Gerard gruns, groping you lewdly, though he does not yet press his ascend. Pablo rucks up my shirt, pulling it up over my calvins. "Lookie there." He growls. "You like?" I cooe, barely breaking the kiss. "Fuck yeah." Pablo growls, yank down my bralette, my breasts popping free. He groans and lewdly gropes at my chest. His hands are vast and strong and I feel deliciously tiny.

You break away from the kiss to happily watch Pablo grope me. "Her nipples are very sensitive." You tell him playfully. Pablo casts his eyes to you. "Are yours?" He asks. You shake your head. "Shame." Gerard murmurs. But he pulls your dress up till your collarbones either way. You gasp in faux indignation. "You have great tits, baby." I cooe, pulling you into another kiss. "Gona cover them in hickies anyway." Gerard leans in.

The Scotsman's lips connect to the skin between your breasts. He sucks and then nips. His beard scratches at your skin. You press yourself against him, breath growing deeper. "Feels good, doesn't it." I purr. "Y-yeah.. Yes it does." You mewl. "Good, that is good to hear." I cooe, stroking your cheek.

Pablo leans down to seal his lips over my nipples. I moan eagerly. "Sounds good, huh?" You taunt Pablo. "Fuck she does." Pablo growls against my breast. He nips my tender flesh and his hand sinks to my shorts. I will most certainly not manage to stay clothes for long now. And I know neither will you.

Because Gerard's pulls your dress up over your head, tossing it away. "Hmm, pretty soft skin." He growls, leaning in again to nip along your neck. You whine softly and squirm below him. You can feel your insides begin to throb. You wriggle, so his thigh is between your legs, pressed up against your panties. "Tell him what you want." I order. You whine softly in reply.

I stroke your cheek. "I know it is hard, but you will be rewarded." I cooe. "But mommaaah." You whimper. Gerard grabs you by the face, making you look up at him. "Tell me." He orders. You squirm against his thigh. He tenses his muscle and leans a bit into it. Softly you mewl, rocking your pelvis against him. "That what you need?" He growls. "Y-ye-yes." You stammer. "Good kitten." I purr. Gerard begins to grind his thigh against your clothed cunt. You let out a soft gasp and roll your pelvis expertly. "Good kitten." Gerard growls. The sound of his voice shakes you to your core. "M-more." You stammer. "No, not yet, let your girl catch up." Gerard smirks, shaking his head.

"Imma take my sweet damn time now." Pablo chuckles, sucking a hicky on my breast. I moan, raking my nails over his scalp. "Fuck, I love how loud you are." He grunts. His lips close on my other nipple and I mewl, pressing his face against my tender flesh. He groans eagerly. "I love your noises, too." I cooe. Pablo grins and gives my nipple a firm nip. I squeal lewdley.

My sounds and Gerard's thigh are pushing you rapidly to the edge. "S-so close." You whisper. "What more do you need?" Gerard asks. You meekly shake your head. "Ju-just more.." You whine. "More of the same?" Gerard raises his eyebrows. "More of the same." I affirm. So Gerard grinds himself more firmly against you. You feel his cock through the cloth of his kilt. You squirm, eager to feel him inside you.

You trail your hands down his broad back, to his kilt. You flip the tartan cloth up, to discover your fingers slide across naked skin. This pushes you impossibly closer to the edge. "Ah-almost." You gasp. Your inner walls are already tightening on nothing. You whine at how empty you feel.

"She is so ready to cum." I encourage Gerard. He yanks down your panties, pushing his bare thigh against your naked cunt. A few more grinds does the trick very well and you shudder and spasm as you cum. "Isn't that good. Such a good kitten." I murmur, stroking your hair and your face. "I want to cum again." You whisper. "I'm sure Gerard will open up, before he gives you his cock." I purr. "Of course I will." Gerard agrees.

He fully pulls off your dress and panties and backs up a little to gaze down on you. "Oh, I do like what I see." He grows, in a deeper accent than afore. "Thank you sir." You mewl. "You're good girl. ain't ya." Gerard chuckles. "Today I am." You agree. "Just today?" Gerard furrows his brow. You giggle and draw down his kilt. "Just for you." You tease.

Gerard shirks his kilt and begins at his shirt. You tense a little in anticipation.

"Waaaay ahead of us." Pablo jokes.

"We'll put on a show once they are done." I tease. "No need to play catch up, huh?" Pablo rumbles. "Take your time on me." I encourage him. He groans, nuzzling his face between my breasts. "Gladly." He growls. His huge hand trails to my hip. He hooks his fingers into my shorts, making the button pop on own accord. "Eager, huh?" He growls. "For you, of course." I reply. He pulls down my shorts and my boxers. "Fuuuck." He groans, his eyes casting down to my cunt.

"Glistening already." He taunt.

"She's like, always wet." You inform him. Pablo bites his lip and pulls my folds apart with one big thumb. "Pretty pink pussy." He growls. "Now what was that about catching up?" Gerard chuckles. "Not gona work either way." You reply. "No?" Pablo frowns at me. I shake my head. "I take a good while to get there." I say softly, hoping it doesn't disappoint Pablo. "I'll put my full focus on it, then." He rumbles, putting all my worries to rest.

He kisses down my belly. I moan softly, seeking out your hand. You twine your fingers with mine. We squeeze each other's hands.

Gerard runs his thumb from the top of your folds to halfway down, pushing on. Slowly he pushes in. "Fek you are tight." He pushes on, his thumb into you as far as he can manage. You rock your pelvis into his touch. "Good kitten." Gerard growls. I squeeze your hand. I let you know I am with you all the way, no matter who you choose to focus on most. No matter who I choose to focus on most. We do this together, we enjoy this together. No matter who cums when, or with whom.

Gerard pulls his thumb from you, replacing it with his middlefinger. The digit is thick and dexterous. He fucks you slowly with it, making that come hither movement. It does not take you long to cum again, squirming and squeezing my hand. "So pretty when you cum." I whisper, pulling you into a kiss.

I moan against your lips when I feel Pablo part my folds with his tongue. He swiftly finds my clit, sucking down on it. Wetness gushes thickly from my core. Pablo groans and licks it up. "Taste so fucking good." He groans, before he fucks me on his tongue. I let my tongue slip into your mouth in my turn, moaning loudly.

"Three times already." Gerard growls as the noises I make get you to cum again. "You better be glad I am not keeping score." He taunts Pablo, slowly working a second finger into you. You moan softly, too. Our tongues rub softly together and you reach your free hand out to my breast. I run my free hand into your hair.

"Fucking look at them, man." Gerard grunts. Pablo chuckles against my folds, sucking leisurely at my clit. You pinch my nipple and I feel my inner muscles clench on nothing. I break the kiss. "Put a finger in me." I order. Pablo obliges right away. "It is so sexy when you give orders." You purr, dipping your head down to suck on one of my nipples. I moan and firmly tug your hair. The trinity of stimuli is absolutely doing the trick for me. "That's the ticket!" I moan loudly.

My inner muscles contract on Pablo's fingers over and over again and I cum, hard. "Fuck yeah." Pablo groans.

"Now let's fuck em." Gerard says, pulling his fingers from you. You whine at the loss. Pablo nods, forfeiting my cunt as well.

They both position their cocks against our cores. "You ready for him, baby?" I cooe. "Oh yes please." You purr. "Fuck her, champ." I instruct Gerard. He of course wasted no time. And neither does Pablo, he pushes in with a deep, sated groan. "Fuck, so tight." Gerard growls. Pablo nods in agreement. "And so fucking wet." He grunts.

They fuck us, both in brutal grueling paces. I moan almost continuously and you kiss me to taste the utter lewdity of it. Pablo and Gerard groan and grunt, creating a wicked cacophony. You cum again, clinging to Gerard's cock. "Holy fek." Gerard groans. It is his undoing and he empties himself inside you.

Pablo does not seem done yet and I am no way about to cum again. But you know of course just the trick. Your hand slowly slithers down my belly, between Pablo's body and my own, to rub at my clit. I cry out, loudly. I smirk and lean in to suck on my nipple as well. I am utterly unable to control the noises I make, squealing and gasping as I am pushed into the second apex of my pleasure. "Holy shit." Pablo groans, hilting himself and spending his seed at the mouth of my womb.

Panting, we all lay beside each other. Some seed dribbled from both our pussies. You grin a sated grin at me. "Round two?" I tease, pulling you in for a kiss. Both men laugh loudly.

#belated val's day gift #smut under the cut #I love my GF

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cariantha · 6 months

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Chosen at random! 3, 12, 21, 36, 47, 55, 61, 79, 80, 92

I'm greedy, sorry 😆

Hi there! And thank you! I'm going to answer these from my current timeline which would put E&S in Book 2, a couple weeks after the poison attack. I also answered these interview style, so I'm going to include my tag list.

Make Me Admit Stuff

#3: Have you taken someone's virginity?

Sawyer: "No."

Ethan: "Yes." (And I may or may not be currently working on a fic that will reveal who with).😉

#12: Do you own a pair of skinny jeans?

Sawyer: "Yes. Several."

Ethan: "What the hell are 'skinny' jeans?"

Sawyer: "Ethan, they are the kind that I wear. You know, the style that made you curse in frustration the other night as you tried to remove them."

Ethan: "Ah, yes, I have a love/hate relationship with those jeans. But I think I have the technique down now. Unzip, fold down, and peel away."

#21: Are you in a good mood?

Sawyer: "Today ... today has been one of the better days."

She glances at Ethan for reassurance.

Ethan: "Yes..."

He looks lovingly at Sawyer and squeezes her hand.

Ethan: "It's been a good day."

#36: Do you know where the last person you kissed is?

Ethan: "Yes."

Sawyer: (points to Ethan)

#47: Who was the last person to call you?

Sawyer: "My mom. She's been checking in everyday since...it happened."

Ethan: "Naveen. To also check on how Sawyer is doing--"

Sawyer: (covering his hand with hers) "And you..."

#55: Favorite type of fruit pie?

Sawyer: "That's a tough one. I love cherry and apple. Not a big fan of peach. Hmm, if I had to pick just one, I'd go with Razzleberry. It's a mix of raspberries, blueberries and blackberries. Though I do love lemon and key lime too. Really anything tart."

Ethan: (distracted)

Sawyer: "Ethan? What about you?"

Ethan: (looks up from his phone where he was Googling Razzleberry pie recipes) "Oh, uh, Dutch apple."

#61: Wear a bath robe?

Ethan: "No."

Sawyer: "Only because I live with roommates. If I lived on my own, then no."

#79: What was the last concert you saw?

Ethan: "Garth Brooks."

Sawyer: (snaps her head to Ethan in surprise and laughs) "That is not what I was expecting you to say."

Ethan: "Naveen is a huge fan. When I heard that Garth's tour was coming to town last year, I gifted him a pair of tickets for his birthday. He insisted that I go with him."

Sawyer: "Did you wear a cowboy hat and boots?"

Ethan: "No." (starts scrolling through this phone) "But Naveen did. He had the big belt buckle too. I have a picture here somewhere. What about you?"

Sawyer: "Justin Bieber."

Ethan: (rolls his eyes)

Sawyer: "Hey! Don't judge me. I went with my baby sister."

Ethan: "Oh, I'm so judging you right now."

Sawyer: (murmurs under her breath) "My mama don't like you and she likes everyone."

Ethan: "What?"

Sawyer: "Nothing. Next question."

#80: Hot tea or cold tea?

Ethan: "Cold."

Sawyer: "I'm not a fan of either. But if I'm sick and desperate for some relief, I'll sip on some hot tea."

#92: Do you want to get married?

Sawyer: "Yes? I've always pictured myself married one day. But is it a deal breaker if I meet the 'one?' Not necessarily. For me, it's not about the certificate or the title and name change. I just want the promise of commitment. And to be honest, most of my hesitation about getting married has more to with the actual wedding. My mother is a wedding planner, and the thought of her insisting on a huge, over the top wedding makes me break out in hives. If I get married, I want my wedding to be intimate and romantic. I want to be present and savor every moment with my partner. I don't want to be the main attraction at a circus, dancing and performing for everyone else just because it's 'tradition.' Does that makes any sense?"

Ethan: (looks to Sawyer) "I didn't used to think so. But one thing I've learned recently is...it's impossible to know what the future will bring."

Tagging: @potionsprefect @jamespotterthefirst @annfg8 @peonierose @socalwriterbee @tessa-liam @jerzwriter @quixoticdreamer16 @mysticalgalaxysstuff @inlocusmads @txemrn @trappedinfanfiction @mvalentine @takemyopenheart @openheartforeverinmyheart @coffeeheartaddict2 @genevievemd @starrystarrytrouble @hopelessromantic1352 @kyra75 @lsvdw-blog @rookiemartin @headoverheelsforramsey

#thanks for the ask!#make me admit stuff #ethan x sawyer

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bookaddict05 · 1 year

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Mystery man

This is a female reader x bucky barnes story

This is my first time writing a one shot please enjoy

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The sun is shining through my baby pink cotton curtains as jarvis announces the time "6:30 Miss y/n, you have breakfast scheduled for 7:00 accompanied with Mr Hogan, followed by training at 8:00 with your new instructor mr barnes".

Ah yes the Mystery man that all the shield agents seem to be obsessed by Mr Barnes the fearless soldier. Guess today we can put a name to a face.

I rolled out of bed slowly dragging myself to the joint bathroom i share with tessa they are also an agent but also the closest thing i have to family. We enrolled into the academy together and since then we have been as close as ever. I pick up my tooth brush take off its protective cap and put some toothpaste on. While brushing my teeth tessa makes an appearance brushes their hair.

"whats your schedule?" I ask them while spitting out toothpaste

"Ive got a meeting with Hill at 7:00 and then me and a few other agents have a mission with Rogers at noon, what about you?" They answers

"Breakfast with Hogan and training with Barnes"

"Omg u get to train with Barnes im so jealous, hes the best trainer out there, however ive heard hes ruthless so good luck"

I leave them in the bathroom closing my door behind me. I walk over to my vanity and pick up my hair brush and put my hair into double dutch braids while applying some sun cream and day cream on to my face. Gotta keep my young looking face, i think then i smile at my self in the mirror and say you can do this.

I walk to breakfast and was automatically greeted by Happy who was waiting for me in the kitchen. He talked me through security details while we had some lovely raisin weetabix.

I stand up from the table and place my dish and spoon in the sink and turned to face Happy.

"Ive got to go now i need to meet Barnes" he nodds and i walk down the corridor and take a left.

I walked into the gymnasium there was a sparing place in the middle of the floor which was surrounded by multiple various different gym equipment. In the middle of the floor stood a man around 6ft tall, dark slick back hair, muscular and one strange noticeable feature... a metal arm. Oh and one other thing hes incredibly gorgeous no wonder everyone was so obsessed.

"You are y/n i assume" he questioned

"Thats correct sir"

"Dont call me sir i feel old, call me Barnes... now lets see what you got"

He made me run lap around the hall, lift weights and occasionally fight each other. It felt like hours had passed.

"Im fed up, im not doing anymore" i refuse and drop to the floor.

He looks down at me in amusement

"You have only been training for an hour u still have another hour left. Now get up" he says that last part more stern than pervious.

"No i cant move, you cant make me do something if i cant move"

Tension starts to pick up

"Get up off your lazy arse right now and give me another 10 laps" he said fury burning within his eyes

"Make me"

We stared deeply in one anothers eyes both with hatred flowing through us. He walks closer towards me causing him to tower over me more. I stand up so the height difference wasnt so great but he still seemed to tower over me. We stared intently into each others souls both of us not wanting to break away first to give the other the delight of winning.

A slight smirk forms across his face and he reaches out for my arm while im still distracted by his ocean blue eyes. He flips me on the floor and pins me down. Still not breaking eye contact.

"20 laps now"

I can tell that me and metal man are going to have lots of fun...

#bucky x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky x y/n #marvel #marvel one shot #oneshot #fyppage #bucky x female reader #bucky imagine #james bucky barnes #marvel fanfic writer

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peridotglimmer · 9 months

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Inspired by @myth-blossom 💕 Their post is here!

Rules: List ten books that have stayed with you in some way, don’t take but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard - they don’t have to be the “right” or “great” works, just the ones that have touched you.

Tagging: @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels @princess-of-prose @issytheamateurnerd @abschaumno1 @sharo-maneru -- if you feel like it, of course!

Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer - My English teacher hated me (and openly admitted she did) but when she recommended this book for me to read for my list, I did, and surprisingly loved it.

Tanglewreck by Jeanette Winterson - This children's book is insane in the absolute best way. I will never forget the scene in the black hole.

Tikkop by Adriaan van Dis - I had to read three of Van Dis' books in the 6th year of high school, and I hated the first two with a burning passion. It was a huge surprise when I turned out to actually like Tikkop.

No et Moi by Delphine de Vigan - Lent to me by my French teacher Mrs Loeff to read during grammar lessons, it completely enraptured me at 15. I refuse to watch the movie because I'd rather keep my own mental images.

Het Grote Boek van Sebastiaan by Mieke van Hooft - My grandmother would read this to me and my brother whenever we'd spend the night there (followed by lullabies that I now sing to our son).

Martin the Warrior by Brian Jacques - Honestly, I could have put the entire Redwall series here, but this is the book that 7-year-old Belle read in one go and stayed up all night for to finish, and that made me want to change my name to Rose.

The entire Junie B. Jones series by Barbara Park - When we emigrated to the U.S. when I was six, Junie B. Jones basically taught me English. My mum and I would struggle through four pages a night. I learnt what a school bus was, and a rubber ducky. Later, I'd save my pocket money every week to be able to buy more of them when we went to Barnes & Nobles.

The Twins by Tessa De Loo - The book that nearly made me fail my Dutch oral final. I had a complete blackout, and couldn't answer the question 'what are the main characters' names?' I'm never, ever forgetting their names are Anna and Lotte ever again.

The Stephanie Plum series by Janet Evanovich - These books aren't particularly amazing. The plot isn't brilliant; the humour is just fine, but they transported me to a different world as a teen, one where abusive family members didn't exist.

The Murder of Bindy Mackenzie by Jaclyn Moriarty - As a teen, the plot blew me away. It also took me thirty minutes this morning to figure out the title of this book because I read it in Dutch, where they decided for some godforsaken reason to rename her Scarlett instead of Bindy.

#about belle #tag game #whether or not i should have been reading books about mice going to war at 7 years old #is a separate question that i'm not sure how to answer #also i just found out barbara park passed away in 2013 and that made me sad

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cityofdownwardspirals · 1 year

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Tessa, Gabriel, Luvie :)

Hey hey :) thank you for asking!

Tessa — What is your favourite book, TSC or otherwise?

My answer to this changes on a daily basis. Right now my favourite TSC book is City Of Heavenly Fire and my favourite non-TSC book is Carry On by Rainbow Rowell

Gabriel — Which language(s) do you wish to learn?

I would love to learn as many languages as possible, but realistically speaking the next ones I might learn are like Dutch or Portuguese or Welsh

Lucie — What is your favourite genre and your favourite trope?

Fantasy! Literally anything with magic or with dragons in it. Also favourite tropes is enemies to lovers and characters who are introduced as villains but become fan favourites by the end of the book :D

#thank you for the ask

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mylutteoheart · 4 years

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Ik woon in nederland en ik heb Disney + maar er is geen soyluna op maar wel violetta

Ik heb het gezien, maar ik denk dat het aanbod in Nederland nog vrij beperkt is omdat streaming nog niet zo gevorderd is in Europa en het is ook het enige land dat Disney+ heeft in Europa. Het aanbod zal waarschijnlijk nog vergroten nadat meerdere landen de service hebben wat dus 31 maart zal zijn. Het komt waarschijnlijk later er nog op want Soy Luna was ook vrij populair in de Benelux

#soy luna #disney+#anon #ask #tessa answers in dutch #answered

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 3 years

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By Your Doorstep (Part 3)

Summary: Dean talks with Sam about his growing feelings for the reader before inviting her and Tessa over for the evening. Later on in the week, Dean and the reader head out on a date but it doesn’t exactly end smoothly...

Pairing: Doctor/Neighbor!Dean x reader

Masterlist

Word Count: 3,500ish

Warnings: language, brief mention of sex toys, minor frightening situation

A/N: Parts of this series are told from two different POV’s. Dean’s POV are written from limited third person. Reader’s POV are second person (like a typical reader insert). Enjoy!…

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Dean’s POV

“Hey,” said Dean, answering his phone as he walked around the grocery store after dropping Y/N off at home. “You gonna come over for the game, Sammy?”

“I got a brief I need to write up for my boss unfortunately,” said Sam. “I can’t wait to quit.”

“Same. You tried these baked barbecue chips yet?” asked Dean, picking up a bag.

“Trying to force your guests to be healthy for once, doctor?” teased Sam.

“Well the girls are having a spa day thing I forgot about and Y/N and Tessa are coming over later for the game so I don’t want it to be a total dude fest of beer and more beer,” said Dean, putting the bag back and get some regular baked ones instead. “They should be over by second half but still.”

“Trying to impress this girl or something? With chips?” laughed Sam. Dean groaned and threw his head back. “Dean. You’re overthinking this. You know brownies are the real way to a woman’s heart.”

“See? I knew there was a reason I didn’t hang up on you yet,” said Dean, turning down the snack aisle.

“I take it the date went well if she’s coming over to hang out.”

“Yeah. She’s cool.”

“She’s cool? That’s all I’m gonna get?” asked Sam. “You haven’t had a girlfriend since you were twenty two and now that you have one it’s just cool?”

“Fine. I like her. She’s cute and she smells pretty and she’s…” trailed off Dean, tossing a tub of brownie bites in the cart.

“She’s what?” asked Sam.

“She gets me, gets what we went through.”

“Her parents fuck ups too?”

“No. But they died a few years ago. She’s got a sister about nine years younger. She’s just starting her senior year now. She’s had to raise her the past few years on her own.”

“...She really does get you then,” said Sam. “Where’d you meet her again?”

“I was taking a walk in the neighborhood. She was looking for their dog. They’re having a really hard time of it right now it sounds like but she just, keeps going with a smile.”

“She’s not a damsel though. Don’t try and sweep in and save the day too much you know. You’d hate that.”

“I know. I helped her get a job at our office since she just lost hers and they’re crunched on cash. Plus the sister is going to college next year,” said Dean.

“She should apply to that grant you got. Mr. Y/L/N helped you with it, right?” asked Sam.

“Yeah he...what’d you just say?” asked Dean, pausing in front of the dip section.

“The grant money. It paid for nearly all your undergraduate right?” asked Sam. “It’s the same one I did too.”

“Mr. Y/L/N,” said Dean, shutting his eyes as he realized why Y/N’s house looked so familiar. “Sammy.”

“What?”

“Y/N, the girl, her house...where was Mr. Y/L/N’s house?” asked Dean.

“Over on Pine I think,” said Sam. “I know it’s in your neighborhood somewhere.”

“Oh Sammy. Shit,” said Dean. “I think I know why he stopped talking to us a few years ago. His house, that’s Y/N’s house. Mr. Y/L/N was her dad, Sam.”

“No fucking way.”

“Yes fucking way. Fuck,” said Dean adding some sour cream and onion and guacamole to the cart. “She’s gonna think I’m just trying to pay her back for what he did or something.”

“Yeah but you didn’t know that when you got her the job. You gotta tell her at some point but it doesn’t have to be a problem,” said Sam.

“Well what if he went and told his family about the guy he caught stealing? I’m sure she’d think I’m great then. Of course, the one woman that I’m like…”

“You’re like what?” asked Sam. Dean was quiet, heading over towards the beer cooler. “In love with?”

“Geez, Sam. I barely know her. I’m not in love with her,” said Dean. “I just...I could see myself being in love with her.”

“So...you pre-love her,” said Sam.

“Exactly.”

“Yeah there’s no such thing, dumbass. You’re fucking falling for this girl and fast.”

“I know,” said Dean, shutting his eyes by the milk. “She just...she feels like you. Like she’s got no ulterior motive. I just...something is telling me I can’t fuck this up. I’m not supposed to.”

“Then you won’t,” said Sam. “You sure it’s not like that thing with Lisa?”

“That was me ignoring all the crap because I thought somebody loved me. Sam the moment I met this girl like...I don’t know,” said Dean. “I don’t think she’ll fuck me over.”

“I hope she works out. She sounds special.”

“She is and that is terrifying.”

“Dean contrary to what we grew up with and how your love life has gone so far, there are people that have amazing relationships out there. You can be one of them if you want,” he said.

“I know. Take a break and call at halftime or something, okay? The losers miss seeing your face too.”

“I will. Talk to you soon Dean.”

Reader’s POV

“Hello, Y/N,” said Tessa as you walked past her room an hour later. “How was Dean’s?”

“Good. He invited us over later to watch football. Some guys your age will be there too if you’re interested.”

“Alright,” she said. “Hey so you know how we were talking about sex stuff yesterday?”

“Oh yeah. We were gonna talk more,” you said. You took a seat in her desk chair and she sat up on her bed. “The fake dick thing, that was throwing you off, right?”

“Yeah. Well, I kinda talked to Hailey about that stuff last night and she has one. She like showed me it so I kinda get that apparently it feels good if there’s something up there?” she asked.

“Yes, it does. What’s with the questions about sex toys?” you asked.

“I know my birthday is coming up and I’ll be eighteen and I kinda…I’m a hormonal teenager and-”

“I can get you a private gift,” you said with a smile. “Just shut your door if you’re gonna do it when I’m home, okay?”

“I do that now.”

“Good,” you said. “I’ll pick out something small and by the time you want something more, then you can pick that out on your own, okay?”

“Okay,” she said. “Did mom ever...talk about this stuff with you?”

“No,” you said with a laugh. “I found out on my own. It’s perfectly normal and natural and guys aren’t the only ones allowed to get off on their own.”

“Not sure I’d ever ask her anyways,” she said.

“That’s what sisters are for,” you said. “You have fun at Hailey’s then?”

“Mhm. It’s okay if Toast goes to Dean’s later right?”

“Uh, let me check quick,” you said, pulling out your phone.

Hey. Toast can come over too right?

Duh, Y/L/N. He’s more than welcome.

Okay. We’ll see you later.

Later sweetheart.

“Yeah, Toast is cool,” you said. You stood and Tessa cocked her head, smiling at you. “What?”

“How was your date?” she asked.

“I like him. I like him a lot.”

“Good. Tell him if he fucks with you though I’ll kick his ass,” she said. “So will Toast.”

“I wouldn’t worry about it with this one.”

“Whoa, whoa, ladies,” said Dean as you and Tessa started to put on your shoes to head home after the game. “It’s only seven and you two need dinner.”

“What are you making?” asked Tessa.

“I was going to do enchiladas?” he said. Tessa looked at you and you nodded.

“Only if we help though,” you said.

“Alright. Tessa how about you make up some guac for us. You can hang out at the counter, get off that ankle of yours,” said Dean.

“He so likes you,” she said as you walked back with her to the kitchen.

“Yes, I do,” chuckled Dean. Toast followed close by and whined, pawing at your foot. “She okay?”

“My meds are home. Supposed to have them with dinner,” said Tessa with a sigh.

“I can run home and get them real quick,” you said. “Ten minutes.”

“Alright. We’ll get started without you.”

Ten minutes later you were back along with some of Toast’s dog food. You could hear laughter coming from the kitchen, Tessa snorting to herself.

“Here you go dork,” you said, popping the bottle down in front of her.

“Thanks,” she said, taking a few. You used a bowl and fed Toast some dinner while Dean worked on putting the tortillas together. “I like your doctor boyfriend.”

“Oh course you do,” you said, smacking her arm.

“Someone told me she’s turning eighteen in a few weeks. You got any big plans?” he asked as he tucked the last enchilada in a casserole dish.

“We might get a pizza,” said Tessa. “Nothing fancy.”

“Oh I think we can do better than that,” you said with a smile.

“I thought…” said Tessa and you shrugged. “We’re going out? Are we going to Monico’s like we used to?”

“Monico’s? That’s very fancy,” said Dean, giving you a quick look. “You got room for one more?”

“I…” you said, Dean cocking his head. “Sure. You wouldn’t mind, would you Tessa?”

“Yeah, Dean can come,” she said. “Oh shit, would they even let Toast in?”

“He’s a service dog so legally yes, they have to,” said Dean as he popped the casserole in the oven. “Y/N, why don’t you help me set the table. I never eat in the dining room anyways.”

You carried some plates in the room around the front of the house, staring at Dean as he set some spots down.

“Dean. That is a hundred dollar a plate restaurant.”

“It’s her eighteenth birthday and mine was real shitty. I can afford it. Let me. Please.”

“You can’t just buy stuff for her or me.”

“Why not? I like you. I care about you and she’s part of that so I think caring about her is going to be pretty important to you at some point so I might as well start now.”

“Dean.”

“What?”

“Thank you,” you said.

“Oh. Well...okay then.” You left the plates on the table and walked around to where he was, Dean glancing away when you wrapped your arm around his waist.

“Let me go dutch at least.”

“Bake me a pie and we’re even,” he said.

“Alright. Pie is it, Dean.”

Thursday Afternoon

“Hello, Y/N,” said Dean. He grinned as he walked into the lab. “How’s the first week going?”

“She’s a fast learner,” said the lab manager. “What do you need, Winchester?”

“Just saying hi to our new colleague,” he said.

“I already know she’s your girlfriend, Dean.”

“You’re no fun, Wesley,” said Dean. “You like it?”

“I like the pay. Wesley says after a little while I can take some certification courses and work on more complex things. The research hospital tied with the university is really good for that stuff,” you said.

“Oh yeah, those guys do pretty well over there. I think our last tech went on to the radiology program over there. I know blood and urine samples aren’t the most fun thing to work on but-”

“Dean this is more than what I was making as a paralegal even,” you said quietly. “This job is great and Tessa’s on better insurance now. Honestly. I owe you one.”

“All you owe me is a pie,” he chuckled. “You got plans tonight? I know you’ve been busy.”

“I’m free if you had something in mind,” you said.

“Do you maybe want to go out for dinner? Maybe do a round of bowling?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you said. “Sounds fun. Pick me up at six thirty?”

“Sounds like a plan sweetheart.”

“Okay, were you conning me?” asked Dean as you walked back to his car that evening. You giggled and he pulled you into a noogie. “How the fuck do you go from a twenty eight your first game to one fifty? There is no way you weren’t pulling a fast one.”

“What can I say, maybe I just needed a warm up game,” you said. Dean ruffled your hair for a moment before fixing it, leaving his arm around your shoulder when your phone rang. “Hey Tess. What’s up?”

“I think somebody’s in the house,” she said quietly. “I’m in my closet with Toast.”

“Dean, call 911,” you said, his hand already moving into his pocket. “Someone’s in the house.”

“Y/N, I think they’re upstairs,” she whispered.

“Don’t say a word. I’m right here and Dean’s calling the cops right now. Toast’ll protect you until they get there okay?” you said.

“Y/N, they say they’re already responding to a call your neighbor put in. The cops are there?” said Dean.

“Hello, Elmdale police department. Anyone home?” said a voice through the phone.

“Tessa it’s okay. Those are the police,” you said. “We’ll be home in five minutes okay?”

“Okay,” she said.

“Thanks again,” you said, saying goodnight to the officers. You shut the door after yourself, Tessa sat on the couch with her arms crossed. “Tessa how many times have I told you. At night, you lock the front door. The storm door is broken and has been forever. The front door’s been wide open for hours.”

“I don’t need you to yell at me,” she said.

“Tessa somebody could have walked right on in and-”

“Oh my God, I know,” she said. She stormed upstairs and slammed her door shut, opening it quickly for Toast to come inside before it slammed again.

“I’ve told her so many times,” you said as you paced the family room. Dean walked over and rubbed your arms, kissing your forehead. “Sorry.”

“She made a mistake. Kids make them. So do adults.”

“I know she’s shaken up,” you said. “I shouldn’t have yelled.”

“Yeah but maybe she won’t do it again,” he said. “She’s not the only one shaken up.”

“Yeah, I know,” you said.

“How about I crash on the couch tonight,” he said. “Give you girls some peace of mind.”

“You can sleep in my room,” you said.

“I thought you had a twin sized bed,” he chuckled. “The couch is fine. I want to. I wasn’t just talking about you two either.”

“You’re sweet,” you said.

“Oh I’m very aware,” he said. “Go talk to your sister.”

“There’s blankets in the cupboard under the TV,” you said.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” he said. He kissed you and you headed upstairs, knocking on Tessa’s door.

“Tess. Can we talk?” you asked. The door opened slowly and she had her arms crossed at you. “I’m sorry for freaking out. I got scared too.”

“I’m sorry I forgot about the door again,” she said quietly.

“Tessa, we...we gotta protect ourselves. We gotta make sure we do things like lock doors and windows at night. Two young women alone in a house...I know your mind already went there once tonight. Please, please remember to lock the door from now, okay?”

“Okay,” she said.

“Dean’s gonna stay the night on the couch downstairs,” you said.

“Really?”

“Yeah. Don’t worry. Nothing’s gonna get past him,” you said.

“He seems like a really good guy. You deserve one of those,” she said.

“I think so too,” you said. “Night.”

“Night, Y/N.”

Dean’s POV

“Sammy boy, isn’t it past your bedtime?” chuckled Dean as he answered his phone, watching some late night TV quietly from Y/N’s couch.

“Shut up. How big is the guest room at your house? I was thinking of getting a new bed and just having it delivered there.”

“Oh, you finally gonna get off that tiny ass mattress?” teased Dean.

“De…”

“You can have the spare bedroom at the end. It’s bigger, got it’s own attached bath. Plus it’s empty so win win.”

“Would a king fit?” he asked.

“Probably. I’m not home right now but I can measure tomorrow for you,” said Dean.

“On a hot date?” laughed Sam.

“I was. Y/N’s little sister had a bit of a scare.”

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. Kid just accidentally left the front door open and neighbor called the cops, cops came, Tessa heard it and freaked a bit. I’m crashing on the couch for the night. They’re a little shook up still.”

“Well someone’s gonna get some brownie points for that one.”

“Nah, Y/N knows I’m only here cause I want to be, dude.”

“Not at all what I said but whatever. Oh by the way, I got another call from mom today. I let it go to voicemail.”

“What’d she say?” sighed Dean, running his hand through his hair.

“She just like...wanted to say she’s thinking about us, like both of us or some shit.”

“Oh that’s nice. Better late than never, ain’t that right Sammy?” said Dean, rolling his eyes and laying down on the couch.

“Dean. I’m not saying...can I ask why you hate her so much?” Sam asked after a beat. Dean moved the phone away and shut his eyes. He put his head down and let out a deep breathe, moving the phone back. “De.”

“She’s not a good person. You know that. Leave it at that.”

“Did she smack you around too?” asked Sam quietly.

“Dad at least you knew was an asshole. She pretended she wasn’t though and she’s just a bitch that blames her shitty life on us when we turned out awesome. She can get fucked along with him.”

“You didn’t answer the question.”

“Yeah. Block her number Sam. It’s the best thing you can do.”

“You think there’s no chance of anything with her then.”

“Mom’s shouldn’t tell their kids the shit she said to me. Ever. I’m just glad you never got it as much.”

“I punched her in the leg once,” chuckled Sam. “Got my ass spanked but it was worth it.”

“What’d she do?”

“I just remember she made you cry real bad and I got as pissed off as a seven year old could.”

“We got each other’s backs,” said Dean. “All that matters.”

“Tell me about Y/N,” said Sam, Dean shaking his head. “Come on. No more depressing shit. She sounded cute when I talked to her at the game Sunday. I bet she’s cute.”

“She is,” said Dean. “I’m super into her, like super into her, don’t get me wrong but like...I just like her too. Like she’s gorgeous but it’s not like, why I’m attracted? I’m probably not saying this right.”

“I get what you’re saying,” said Sam. “You should totally take her to Mel’s for dinner tomorrow.”

“I really ought to take her to a sit down restaurant before she runs off on me.”

“Mel’s is sit down.”

“Mel’s is greasy burgers and pulled pork at picnic tables.”

“If she doesn’t like Mel’s I can’t like this girl Dean. I’m sorry but those are just facts,” said Sam. Dean rolled his eyes and smiled, staring up at the ceiling.

“We could get the sweetheart special. My cholesterol won’t like it but my soul will,” chuckled Dean. “Really? Mel’s?”

“If that girl doesn’t love the ice box pie at the end, she is certifiable,” said Sam.

“I have faith in this one,” said Dean. He shut his eyes and hummed. “You really want to listen to me talk about her?”

“I got about two hundred pages to sign and stamp. I wouldn’t mind the company.”

“Alright. You asked for it.”

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A/N: Read Part 4 here!

#supernatural #spn #dean x reader #dean winchester #doctor!dean #au!dean x reader #supernatural fanfiction #spn reader insert #supernatural reader insert #dean winchester x reader #dean #winchester #dean spn

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lilas · 3 years

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rules: answer 30 questions and tag blogs you are contractually obligated to know better

tagged by: thank you for tagging me @narrativefoiltrope you are a star 🌟

tagging: @admdmrtn @masonscig @agentnatesewell @silverletters @mepheesto @agentsunshine @masonsfangs @moociferdoomcifer I love you all please give me facts for my brain (but also i understand if you don’t want to 💕)

(i’m changing a few of these questions, and you can too! i deleted some from the format, and any questions i added are marked with *)

name/nickname: Megan/Meg or Megs

gender: she/her

star sign: ✨ SAGITTARIUS BABY ✨ (cancer rising, and sagittarius moon)

height: 5′6″

birthday: November 25th

lucky number: 9

when did you create this blog: probably 2011 or 2012, but I didn’t actually become active until 2020 when I got involved with Wayhaven

what do I post: Mostly art, sometimes writing. Mostly Wayhaven, but also other interactive fictions and some video games. Hunter x Hunter is thrown in occassionally

last thing googled: the name MacTavish and photos of girls braiding each other’s hair

do I get asks: I do! :D Mostly from friends, but I’ve been getting more anons recently and I love every last one. I have a stack of prompts and requests living in the inbox right now.

why I chose my url: lilas (I pronounce it ly-lus) is a ship name for two characters in this story I have with one of my best friends; their names are Lilac and Silas. Afterwards I found out that “lilas” (pronounced lee-la) is also the french word for lilac, so that was a fun moment for me.

*my current projects/wips: an illustration of Nat Sewell before she washes up on shore after her transformation, Love in Wayhaven, and planning a series for May. Also a few writing WIPs.

favorite bands: Muse, The Family Crest, and San Fermin

favorite solo artists: FKA Twigs, Janelle Monáe, Tessa Violet, Florence + The Machine, and probably some others idk

song stuck in my head: It Keeps Us Dancing by The Family Crest

favorite song: I LITERALLY CAN’T DECIDE DON’T ASK THIS OF ME (but if I was held at gunpoint, probably Jackrabbit by San Fermin)

last movie: that I remember paying attention to? Knives Out (ONE OF MY FAVS GO WATCH IT NOW)

last show: The Haunting of Hill House

favorite food: This I literally can’t decide, I love so many different kinds of food! My favorite restaurant of all time though is a Thai street food restaurant. Might go get some today.....

*food I hate: Cilantro. I know most people think it’s the best ever, but it’s GROSS and I hate it.

*favorite color: orange, but like... a blood orange

*favorite animal: sloths. They’re so cute!! Just!! AH!!

what I’m currently wearing: yoga leggings, and a t-shirt from work

dream job: art director or a director of photography 🤩

dream trip: i want to go everywhere! I can’t decide just one place! I guess currently though, I just want to go to a nice warm beach and bask in the sun and swim and drink margaritas

*currently reading: This is How You Lose the Time War

*currently thinking about: work shenanigans, the update+ Mishka posted on Patreon today with an intimidating detective, and laundry

nationality: USA! but I was also born in the Netherlands and had dutch citizenship for a while :D

*fun fact: Both of my pinkies are crooked (like at the joint closest to the fingertip, it bends at an angle instead of just going straight). It’s a hereditary trait from my dad’s side of the family.

top three fictional universes: ofc Wayhaven, Hunter x Hunter, and I guess Mass Effect.

#tag meme #tag game #these tag games are honestly so fun

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dvarapala · 3 years

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ANSWER 20 QUESTIONS, THEN TAG 20 FOLLOWERS!!!!

Name: Tessa.

Nickname: Tess.

Zodiac Sign: Taurus.

Language: Dutch and English; I used to be able to speak German because lessons were mandatory in high school but that was years ago and I’ve long since forgotten it. I can count to ten in Japanese. I can understand a couple of words in Hindi, but that’s about it.

Nationality: Dutch.

Favorite Season: Summer.

Favorite Flower: Cherry blossoms, lotus flowers, and many more.

Favorite Book(s): Oh gosh, I have so many favorites! I have too many favorites! I can’t just pick a couple. If you want to know, please tell me and/or remind me to make a rec list!

Favorite Fictional Character(s): Lou Ellen Blackstone from PJO, Alabaster C. Torrington from PJO, Pollux from PJO, Freeze Girl from Sky High, all the pirates from the Lost Revenge in the Descendants franchise, my own ocs, everyone else’s ocs.

Favorite Colour: Blue!

Favorite Animal(s): Elephants.

Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate: Tea and hot chocolate. Also, caramel macchiato.

Average Sleep: 7-8 hours.

🐱 or 🐶 Person: Dog.

Number of Blankets: A lot.

Blog Established: 16th of May 2020, which is also her birthday.

Followers: Do you mean everyone I adore?

Random Fact: I play the piano.

Tagged by: @neverxalone Tagging: you

#tessaisms. (mun)#queue.

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199x-200x · 3 years

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Are you Dutch? Bc Tessa is not common in other countries as far as I know lol

That’s so funny I’ve known 3 so I guess that answers your question

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amodicumofdutch · 5 years

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this is a tagging game thing but it’s also my 1000th post on this blog and I’m oddly excited about that fact

I was tagged by the lovely Mango @vanderlindemangofarm!! Thank you for tagging me!! <3

Name: amodicumofdutch.. but you can also call me Marie if you want.. when I made this blog I really didn’t think about picking a catchy name did I.. noone calls their friend “amodicumofdutch”, it’s just clunky and weird.. sh..

Birthday: 26 February

Zodiac: Pisces

Height: 5,57 feet (I had to use google to convert this into the weird feet thing)

Hobbies: reading, writing, listening to music, playing the piano (very badly), debating, going to the cinema, visiting museums, feeling vaguely guilty about my lack of Actual Proper Hobbies

Favourite colour: green

Favourite book: probably still “Infinite Jest” by David Foster Wallace

Last song I heard: “Games” by Tessa Violet

Last movie I watched: “Coco before Chanel”

Inspiration for muse(s): god I’m so sorry I’m terrible but I genuinely don’t know what this means and I’m on mobile and can’t go back to look at what other people answered.. I mean I know Mango’s answers and they sound really cool but I still don’t know how those answers relate to the question.. what even is a muse(e) in this context.. what inspiration what.. I’m sorry!

Dream job: Being An Actual Real Life Historian, i.e. getting paid for doing research in a university setting

Tagging: @weneedaruse @saxonspud @arthursgirl @thekingofthegoats but only if these fine fellers feel like doing it - no pressure (I’m not Dutch, I don’t put pressure on my followers)! <3

#that was fun!!#I love talking about myself #maybe I ain't all that different from Dutch after all #about #tagging games #vanderlindemangofarm #thanks for always including me in things and tagging me in stuff mango ;;#it genuinely makes me feel so happy ;;;#also your dream job sounds so damn cool

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The Devil Has Come Ch5

Originally posted on Archive of Our Own [x]

Chapters: 12/? Fandom: Far Cry 5 Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Female Deputy | Judge/John Seed, Female Deputy | Judge/Jacob Seed, Female Deputy | Judge/Joseph Seed Characters: Original Female Character(s), John Seed, Jacob Seed, Joseph Seed, Faith Seed, Staci Pratt, Nick Rye, Sharky Boshaw, Female Deputy | Judge (Far Cry), Original Male Character(s), Kim Rye, Boomer (Far Cry), Joey Hudson, Earl Whitehorse Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Torture, Fluff, Minor Character Death, Recreational Drug Use, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Eventual Smut, Character Death, Slow Burn Series: Part 1 of Bottom of The River

Summary: They should never have been there. Whitehorse and Pratt were right when they spoke against going to Eden’s Gate. They should have left The Project alone. They’d started something and there was no going back now. The lamb had broken the first seal and the deputy had been helpless to stop her.

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It had been nearly a week since she’d spoken to John on the radio. The channel that he had previously called her on remained silent when Sarah was tuned to it which was more and more now. She told herself she was just keeping it on that channel so she could get a heads up if John sent his goons after her.

Since leaving the Ryes’ and taking US Auto back for the Resistance, Sarah and Rook had been laying low. Sarah had collected Boomer from the packing facility and brought him back to her house where he’d proceeded to make himself at home on her couch. It was comforting to have him there, though he’d woken her up a few times so he could bark at squirrels.

She was curled up on the couch reading a trashy novel when her radio blared to life, causing Boomer to leap up from his spot next to her and start barking again. Sarah shushed the dog and looked at the radio in front of her, anxious to hear what it was about to relay.

“Deputy? This is Mary May over at the Spread Eagle.” Mary’s voice rang out and Sarah sat forward, her book discard and elbows resting on her knees. “We’ve got a bit of a problem. John Seed and his fucking Peggies are trying to take the town.”

Sarah swore and jumped up, she cranked the volume on her radio in case someone else called and ran into her room to change. While she was rushing to change into something more practical, she heard Dutch telling Rook to head to Falls End.

Changed, Sarah holstered her 1911 and slung her rifle across her back. “You stay here Boomer, I don’t want you getting hurt. I promise I’ll be back soon.” She gave the dog a few pats before heading out the door, locking it behind her.

As she climbed into her truck, she debated radioing Rook to let her know she was on her way, but she decided against it. If the Peggies had their radios tuned to the channel she didn’t want to alert them to her arrival.

The radio clicked on with the car, she had forgotten that she’d left it on Peggie radio. Oh John carried through the speakers and Sarah couldn’t help but smile. The song was actually really pretty. She caught herself singing along in no time and didn’t really care, it was catchy dammit.

“I’m gonna strafe these sinners.” A voice echoed through the radio of a fallen cultist nearby. Sarah looked to the sky in time to see the plane start to fire and dove for cover. Bullets peppers the spot she’d just been standing and she took a shaking breath.

She’d shown up to a mostly calm situation, the Peggies had already won the battle and taken over the town. Her plan had been to stay low and do this stealthily, then a few had spotted her when she was trying to get into the church and that plan got thrown out the window.

Rook had shown up just in time and, with the added firepower, they’d managed to free most of the people of the town and take out the majority of the Peggies on the ground. That’s when two panes had shown up and everything went to shit again.

Mary May was screaming at Rook about a mounted gun somewhere but Rook was focused on keeping the ground reinforcements at bay. Sarah could get to it, she just had to time it right. She looked to the sky again to figure out where the planes were and about how long she had till they fired again.

The one plane that had just fired was circling back to fire again, however the other simply circled the town menacingly. It was black, unlike the other white was a bright white, similar to all of the other Project vehicles. Its color and height above them reminded Sarah of a circling crow.

The white plane fired again, as soon as the bullet were past her spot Sarah shot from cover and ran towards the general store. She kept looking back towards the black plane as she hastily climbed the ladder. On the roof, she spotted the mounted gun almost immediately and rushed to it.

She lined up the shot with the white plane and held the trigger down. They exchanged fire until enough of her bullets had hit the engine and the plane exploded, the force causing Sarah to jump back and press herself against the ground. Pieces of the plane rained down on the streets below, the smell of burning fuel filled the air, and the flaming carcass of the plane crashed down near the water tower.

The black plane circled once more before turning and leaving, Sarah took it as her cue to climb back down and rejoin everyone else. By the time she was back on the ground, Mary May, Rook, and Pastor Jerome had already disappeared into the Spread Eagle. Sarah stepped in just in time to hear the tail end of their conversation.

Jerome nodded at her as he passed on his way back to the church, Sarah returned it and leaned against the wall, watching Rook and Mary May share a beer. She felt a little ignored, neither had even acknowledged her presence, in Rook’s case she had her back to her but Mary May could see Sarah standing there clear as day.

“Rook?” Sarah finally said, causing her friend to look in her direction.

“Partner!” Rook cheered and grabbed Sarah, pulling her down onto a stool. “Good job taking down that plane. Thought it was gonna kill us all.” Sarah smiled at the woman and shrugged at the praise.

“It was nothing, you would’ve done the same.”

“Well yeah, obviously, but I didn’t you did. Mary May can I get another beer and…” She turned to Sarah with a prompting look.

“Oh um I guess a vodka tonic.” A minute of waiting and the drinks were served. Sarah smiled at her drinking companion as they cheered before taking a long drink from her glass. She breathed a happy sigh and the warm feeling the licked her throat as the drink went down, she hadn’t had a proper drink since before all this shit started and God she’d missed it.

More patrons filed into the bar and as day turned to night Sarah and Rook found themselves moving to a small table outside, their drinks moving with them. Sarah nursed her eighth vodka tonic of the night, sipping it idly through a tiny straw she’d stolen from beside Mary May’s coffee pot.

“You got a first name?” Sarah broke the silence, she kicked her feet up on the table, leaning the chair back precariously.

“Yeah?” Rook responded with a small grin, quirking her eyebrow.

Sarah waited for her to give it before letting out an exaggerated sigh. “Well… what is it?”

“Tessa, Tessa Rook.” Rook, or rather Tessa, responded, Sarah would have to get used to the first name.

Sarah broke into a goofy grin. “Wait your last name is Rook?” A nod of affirmation sent Sarah into a fit of giggling. “So you’re Tessa Rook the rookie? On God, that’s the best thing I’ve ever heard.”

Her hysterics infectious as soon Tessa had joined in the laughter, only to start laughing even harder when Sarah, in all her idiocy, leaned back and topped her chair. She paused in shock before meeting Tessa’s eyes and laughing just as hard.

“Jesus fuck I love that.” Sarah wiped a few tears from her eyes, still laying on the floor. Mary May’s face swirled into view to tell them they were cut off and Sarah only grinned stupidly at the woman and waved her away. Someone pulled her up off the ground and handed her back the jacket she’d left inside, John’s jacket, the keys jangled in it.

“G’night Rookie. See ya tomorrow.” Her words slurred together and she waved at the other woman before shoving her hands in the pockets of her jacket and starting her trek back to her truck. It was slow going, she was swaying an awful lot, not to mention it was dark as shit out so she was tripping over her own feet.

With a lot of fumbling, tumbled toes, and swearing, Sarah finally found the truck and pulled the keys out to unlock the door. The key scrapped against the door, missing the lock on the hand completely and dropped from Sarah’s hand. “Fuck me.” She swore, dropping to the ground to find them, kicking them farther away in the process.

After maybe two minutes she gave up, she was a quitter by nature and slumped against the side of the car. Her radio dug into her side, an idea popped into her head and in her drunken stupor, it seemed absolutely genius.

It was still turned to the old frequency she’d shared with Tessa before John had hijacked it, he hadn’t talked to her on it in a while but maybe he still had the frequency tuned.

She clicked the button to talk and waited a second before actually saying anything, “John?” She waited, nothing. “Come on John I know you’re there. Johnny? Johnnycakes? Answer me.” She was practically whining.

“What?” John finally answered and he sounded irritated beyond all hell. “Do you have any idea what time it is, deputy?”

“No.” She deadpanned before bursting into another fit of giggles. “You know you say deputy weird.”

“What do you want Sarah.” His tone was getting more irritated by the second and Sarah couldn’t help the amused tone that slipped into her’s.

“Whatcha doing?” No answer. “Torturing lost souls? Marking sinners? Hey, what’d my sin be?”

“What are you talking about?”

“When you called me the first time, to tell me you were gonna free me from sin, you said you knew my sins. Well, what are they?”

“Wrath. Pride. Sloth if the past week is being taken into account. No one has seen you in days have you even left your house?” There was playful accusation in his voice

“Hmm, okay I guess those are valid. Guess I pictured myself as more of a Lust girl but Pride is fine too.” She shrugged, her slur was worse than it had been earlier as exhaustion started to take over.

“You’re drunk,” John replied, realization finally dawning on him.

Sarah clicked the button to talk again and laughed. “No shit honey.”

“I’m sending someone to get you.” She could practically hear him pinching his nose in irritation. He was probably shouting at some exhausted guard, Sarah couldn’t help but at the image. “Where the hell are you?”

“Outside Falls End, but I have a car. When I find the keys I can drive home don’t worry.”

“You’re not driving home,” He snapped, “Just wait there, someone is coming for you. Just wait, please.” His last words were softer, his voice carried the same gentleness as it had at the baptism and Sarah sighed at it. “Sarah? Sarah are you still—”

“I’ll wait, John,” She cut him off, “I’ll wait.” The few lights in town were shutting off one by one until all the was left was the Spread Eagle sign. Sarah’s head lolled back, hitting the truck softly with a quiet clunk, and she smiled up at the stars, waiting.

The crunch of dirt under tires announced her escort’s arrival long before the truck stopped in front of her. She looked up at the driver as they, he, stepped out, and she grinned at him. “John sent his favorite lapdog. Hi Tommy.”

Thomas rolled his eyes and stooped down to help Sarah up. “Hello, deputy.” He didn’t seem pleased to be out here, Sarah didn’t really care.

“It’s Sarah, pretty sure we’re gonna see lots more of each other.” Thomas held her gaze for a second before sighing and shaking his head. He led her to the car, helping her into the passenger’s seat and strapping her in. “Can you take me home?”

“I’m taking you to John.”

“No.” She sounded like an angry child, on the verge of stopping her foot in protest. “Home. If you take me to the ranch I’m just gonna break Johnny’s nose and run away again.”

“It’s not up for debate, missy. Now sit back and fall asleep or something, just stop bitching.” He was definitely not pleased to be here, John probably woke him up. Sarah glared at the man for a second before finally shrugging and turning in her chair so her head was against the window. She tried to pull her legs onto the chair, but they were too damned long and she gave up after a minute of struggling.

The Hope County choir played quietly through the speakers and the beginning of “We Will Rise Again” lulled her to sleep as they neared the ranch.

Sunlight pouring in through the uncovered window woke Sarah up with a pained groan. She practically hissed at the light and rolled over, covering her head with her pillow. She was vaguely aware that it wasn’t her pillow, her bed, or her room, but she honestly didn’t give a shit right now.

She cracked open groggy blues eyes and noticed the glass of water and bottle of pain killers on the bedside, bless whoever had left them because fuck was she feeling last night. She downed a couple pills and chugged the glass before laying back in the bed and taking some steadying breaths.

Sarah finally pushed back the blankets and climbed out of bed, albeit incredibly slowly. She was grateful to see that she was still dressed in her clothes from last night, minus her boots and stolen jacket. There were clothes sitting on top of the dresser in the room and Sarah looked at them curiously for a moment before her attention moved to the bathroom.

She stripped off her clothing, biting back a small curse as she jostled some injuries from yesterday’s gunfight. She turned on the shower and stepped in, finally breathing a sigh of relief when the hot water rushed over her. An audible groan escaped her lips as she washed, the water at her house never got nearly this hot, it was like she was in heaven.

When she’d finished up and toweled herself dry, she dressed in the clothing that had been left for her: jeans that actually fit relatively well and a dark blue button up that was obviously a man’s. She rolled the sleeves up and left a few of the top buttons undone. It clearly didn’t fit still, so she tucked the rest into her jeans. Her boots were next to the door and she pulled them on, someone had scrubbed all the dirt off of them, weird.

Sarah stepped out the door and stopped when she saw Thomas standing across from it. “Morning.” He greeted, he sounded exhausted and Sarah felt a touch of pity for the poor man. He’d probably been out there for hours.

“Good morning, Thomas.” She returned the greeting and followed him as he led the way out the front door instead of the back like he had last time. They stepped out onto a covered patio and Sarah took a brief moment to breathe in the cool morning air before continuing behind her guide.

Thomas stopped in front of a table and gestured for Sarah to take a seat. She looked around curiously before sliding into a chair, tapping her fingers on the wood to stave off the awkward silence that had formed. A copy of the Book of Joseph sat on the table and Sarah traced the gold embellishments on the cover until a forced cough caught her attention.

Sarah looked up to see John and held his gaze as he sat down across from her. He handed her one of the two mugs he’d been carrying and sat back as a cultist who’d followed him set down to plates of various breakfast foods.

“Do you want cream or sugar for that?” He gestured to the mug and Sarah simply nodded, stunned by the domesticity of the whole situation. The Peggie scurried away before returning with a small cup of cream and a little bowl of sugar. Sarah tore her eyes away from John to smile in thanks before fixing her coffee to the way she liked it.

After another few minutes of silence, John just watching her as he sipped his coffee and she nibbled at a piece of buttered toast, she finally broke. “Thanks for not letting me drive, probably woulda killed myself.” She let out a hollow laugh, this whole situation was so weird and she honestly had no clue was to expect.

“You’re welcome. I can’t have you dying for you can reach atonement.” Sarah tensed at that but John quickly waved his hand away. “I didn’t bring you here for that, this time. I just wanted to make sure you didn’t choke on your own vomit during the night so I had Thomas bring you here.” He nodded to the other man before allowing him to leave.

“Ah, lovely, what a wonderful image for breakfast.” Sarah laughed a little and dared to let her guard down as she finally dug into the meal. “So is this going to become a thing? You send one of your guys to bring me here and we eat a meal together.”

“It could be.” John shrugged, faking nonchalance, but the look on his face betrayed him as a hopeful look flashed across him.

Sarah hid a smile behind her mug and finished it off, pushing her plate away. She leaned back, looking around at her surroundings.

“What’s your angle here John?”

“No angle. I just want to help you.”

“But why? I’m not the one who was prophesied, I’m not Joseph’s harbinger of the apocalypse. So why are you so invested in my safety and intent on freeing me from my sins?” There wasn’t a hint of mockery in her voice, she was genuinely curious.

John paused, his fingers lacing together as his brow creased in thought. The movement drew Sarah’s attention and she admired the tattoos that she could see decorating his hand. “I see my own sins in you,” He finally said, his blue eyes darting from her to the Book of Joseph on the table and then back. “I want to help you be free of them. They’re a burden I wouldn’t wish on anyone.”

Sarah was shocked by the honesty in his voice and leaned across the table, to do what she wasn’t sure. Her hand hovered over his in hesitation for a moment, her eyes locked with the Herald before she pulled it back and stood from the chair. John followed her up with a look of apprehension.

“You said last time that you’d show me your plane hangar. Lead the way.” She was grateful that he didn’t try to continue their conversation but instead grinned in excitement and started off towards the hangar.

He held the door open for her to walk through and followed close behind her. Inside sat a sleek looking black plane, white Project logos decorating the wings and tail. John immediately launched into a detailed description of the type of plane and why he’d chosen it. As he went on and on, his voice getting more excited as he pointed out little things about the plane Sarah caught herself smiling. She couldn’t help but find it adorable. He reminded her of Nick the first time she asked him to teach her to fly and he’d spent nearly two hours fawning over Carmina before even teaching her the controls. If things were different she was sure John and Nick would be the best of friends.

Things weren’t different though, and the Peggie armed to the teeth in the corner served as a reminder of that. His eyes never left her as she followed John around the plane, his finger resting on the trigger. He made it very clear that one wrong move and she’d find herself dead on the floor.

John must have talked himself out because he finally finished his excited rant and lead her back outside, stopping by the steps to the front of the ranch. He seemed to be warring with himself over something, the crease in his brow was back. Finally, he snapped a finger and a nervous looking women scurried up, quiet words were exchanged and after a few angry looks cast Sarah’s way by the woman, she produced a set of keys from her pocket.

John took the keys and waved her away then turned to Sarah. “I told you I wasn’t going to take you for confession today.” He held the keys out to her, watching to see what she’d do. Sarah gave him a curious look and took them from her, weighing them in her hand for a minute. “There’s a truck down the road, you’re free to leave when you want.” He turned around and started to walk away, pointedly not looking back as if he didn’t want to see what she was going to do.

“Why?” Sarah called after her, still frozen to the ground. Why the fuck would he give her an escape? This had to be some sort of trap.

He turned and looked after her with soft eyes. “After our last encounter, I now understand that this is something I cannot force on you. When you’re ready to atone you’ll come to me.”

Sarah looked between the keys in her hand and John, still unsure. “I— thank you.” She took a few steps in the direction of the car before pivoting and striding to stand in front of him. “John,” He paused again and met her eyes. “I mean it, thanks. For this, for last night, for everything.” She gestured to her clean clothes and in the direction the breakfast they’d shared.

John smiled and without thinking Sarah touched his arm as she returned it. He looked down in slight shock before looking back up, his own hand coming up to wrap around the back of her head and pull her forehead against his. “I hope to see you again soon Sarah.” He pulled away, the smile not leaving his face, and walked back into the house. Sarah watched until the door had closed before she set off towards the car, ignoring the glares of every cultist standing outside.

She climbed into the car and drove towards the Ryes’, Rook had been sleeping on their couch for the past week and hopefully, she would still be there. It was well past time Sarah told her about John’s new interest in her.

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